Mashiro Shiina.
Whether among artists, people in high society, or those preparing to enter high society, this name was thunderously famous.
Countless collectors took pride in being able to add Mashiro's oil paintings to their collections.
And this was clearly different from Sawamura Eriri's hidden underground-world identity—Kashiwagi Eri.
Almost everything about Mashiro Shiina's painting could be found through public channels. She was a bona fide big shot in the mainstream world.
Of course, this meant that most of the people following news about Mashiro were:
Veteran artists—Holy crap, this newcomer has already surpassed me!
People who genuinely appreciated oil paintings—Sob, Master Shiina's technique has risen another level. She'll soon reach a realm where skill approaches the Way...
People desperate to break into aristocratic circles—Mashiro Shiina, Mashiro Shiina's paintings... If I could acquire one of her works that was summoned by the Queen of England, even those old-school aristocrats would have to yield, right?!
More or less, those were the people who had their eyes on Mashiro's oil paintings.
As for the otaku community, sorry, who was Mashiro Shiina? They genuinely had no idea. Naturally, Eriri felt challenged.
"Ka-Kasumi, Utako Kasumi, you haven't really been brainwashed by that publishing house, have you? Let's not even talk about the illustrations for your first two books. Just Mashiro Shiina alone—a completely insignificant newcomer—she..."
Halfway through her sentence, Eriri seemed to remember something and froze.
"Haa..." Utaha Kasumigaoka sighed. She had not brought up Mashiro Shiina to strike a blow against this underclassman; she had merely wanted to first clear up the glasses-wearing underclassman's deeply rooted misunderstanding...
Yet just as Utaha relaxed, Tomoya Aki beside her could not help chiming in. "Utako Kasumi-sensei, just like Kashiwagi Eri-sensei said, Mashiro Shiina is just an insignificant newcomer. What right does she have to draw the